
They say the shutter remembers longer than the eye. Tomas believed that until the shutter began keeping things he had not meant to give. He bought the camera at a sleepy auction the summer after his wife left — a brass-bodied thing with a bellows that smelled faintly of coal and chewing tobacco. The seller…

Emma’s laptop lived in the corner of her kitchen like a patient animal. She wrote ad copy by day and grocery lists by night; the Drafts folder on her email was a thicket of half-formed subject lines, joke replies never sent, and paragraphs she told herself she’d come back to. One rainy Tuesday she opened…